by Sam West
“Yes.”
“Then after you, darlin’.”
The man stepped to one side to allow her to pass into the front room, angrily pulling up her stretched and distorted dress.
“Ben!” she gasped, falling to the floor next to her bound and gagged brother.
He lay on his side, his wrists tied behind his back with electrical tape and the same at his feet.
Hope reached down to peel off the tape that covered his mouth.
“Are you hurt?”
“No,” he gasped in a high pitched voiced, then cleared his throat. “I’m fine, really.”
He looked so pathetic lying there, like a beaten, bullied kid. Which, she supposed, was exactly what he was. The red hair that was so striking on her enhanced his weedy physique and made him look even younger than his nineteen years.
Despite her anger at him, Hope just wanted to bundle up her baby brother and rock him in her arms. Ever since their parents had died ten years ago when Ben had been nine to her twenty, Hope had effectively been his mother.
“You stupid little boy,” she scolded, tears stinging her eyes.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, tears in his eyes too.
“I hate to break up the family reunion and everything, but now you’ve seen your little Benny wenny and I want to go. But that’s up to you princess, come with me now or I’ll wring the little fucker’s neck.”
“Don’t go with him,” Ben said. “This is all my fault, just let him kill me, I won’t let you go with him…”
“You don’t have a choice, little brother.”
Hope got to her feet and her brother looked imploringly up at her.
“Don’t do it Hope, they’re monsters. I’m sorry I have a gambling problem, I’m sorry I did this to you, just please, let me pay for my own mistakes.”
Hope didn’t know what to say to him. He was right, this was all his fault.
No it’s not, a little voice whispered in a dark corner of her mind. This is all your fault. You’re the one that brought him up, he’s a gambling addict because you did a crap job of it.
“Can I at least untie his hands before we go? And if I go with you do I have your word you won’t hurt him and the debt is cleared?” she asked the bald headed bully.
“Yeah sweetcheeks, you can untie him and you have my word.”
Hope didn’t see she had any other choice. At least this way she had saved her brother’s life. For now.
She crouched down by her brother and untied his hands. She even managed to smile at him.
“I’ll see you soon,” she said, not believing it for a second, the tears glistening in his eyes telling her all she needed to know. She stood up. “Okay then, let’s go.”
CHAPTER FOUR
Hope and her escort had reached their destination in less than half an hour, driving from her home city of Canterbury to the seaside town of Ramsgate. The man hadn’t spoken a word to her during the drive. Hope simply could not fathom what was going to happen to her and with every passing mile her fear amped up a notch.
They were parked in the long driveway of a run down, Victorian house on Ramsgate’s East Cliff. Most of the properties along this stretch had been turned into flats and looked as though they were largely occupied by DSS and other undesirables. This house stood at the very end of the road all by itself, the grounds surrounding it vast.
“Out,” barked the man.
Hope got out of the car on shaking legs. They had driven here in what Hope could only describe as a ‘cock car’; a banged up looking Porsche that was neither use nor ornament. The back-seat would make a miniature poodle feel cramped.
When they reached the front door she expected to see a line of at least six doorbells given the size of the place, but there was only the one.
The man let himself in with a key and they stepped into the hallway. It wasn’t as shabby on the inside as it was on the outside. In fact it was almost grand, in a typically rundown but decadent, seaside town kind of way. A chandelier hung from the high ceiling but the once rich red carpet was faded and the flowery wallpaper was discoloured and peeling in places. Straight ahead of her was a wide staircase, and to her right along the length of the corridor were three doors.
Then the man grabbed her and the décor was the furthest thing from her mind.
“Strip baby, we don’t let the meat wear clothes here.”
The meat?
“Now hang on just a second… hey!”
The man ripped the front of her flimsy dress clean in half so that it hung in tatters from her waist. Her arms flew up to hide her bare tits, but just like he had done back at the house, he pinned them effortlessly to her sides.
“No hiding, bitch.”
With that he pulled the remains of the dress off her body, leaving her standing there in her plain black cotton knickers and her high heeled black shoes.
Still she struggled and tried to hide herself, but the man was having none of it.
“If you keep on struggling I swear to God your brother will die. That’s better. Now be a good girl and take off your knickers. You can leave the shoes on.”
Bastard, she thought. She stood there panting, undecided, her gaze locked with his. Then she relaxed in his grip. He let go of her arms and took a step back.
Just go along with it, that’s all you can do right now.
Going against every natural instinct she possessed, she stepped out of her knickers on wildly trembling legs.
She had never felt so naked, so exposed in her entire life. She pressed her legs together and surreptitiously pulled her hair in front of her so the long red tresses hid her breasts.
“Very nice. Mick was right, you’re perfect.”
Hope didn’t know who the hell this Mick person was. All she knew was that her brother had lost vast sums of money to him in a poker game but she was sure she had never met him.
The man slowly circled her, inspecting every inch of her body.
“Yes, very nice indeed.”
He stood in front of her so that she was eye level with his broad, muscular chest. She caught herself admiring the hard lines of his torso before she even realised what she was doing.
What the bloody hell is wrong with me, she thought in shock.
“Spread ‘em, hands on your head” he ordered.
Shakily, she did as he asked. Once she was in position the man cupped her tits in his massive hands. A shiver ran through her at his touch and her nipples instantly hardened.
Because I’m scared, she told herself. Not for any other reason.
He squeezed her big tits, lifting them up as if testing their weight. He let go of them and moved down to her pubic mound. She kept her red bush neatly trimmed but the man tugged distastefully on her pubic hair.
“This will have to go. Factory girls don’t have body hair, there is no hiding here.”
When his fingers delved into her pussy she gasped and flinched.
“No moving,” he admonished.
She kept still as his fingertips gently explored the lips of her slit. His fingers wriggled against her inner labia, parting the fleshy folds and seeking out her clit.
She groaned when he touched her there, horrified to feel his fingers felt slick and hot against her.
Horrified to discover that she was actually wet.
“Horny little slut,” he murmured, removing his hand in order to suck her sticky arousal off his fingers. Get over to those stairs and bend over.”
As if in a nightmare, Hope walked over to the stairs. She rested her hands on the sixth step and bent over at the waist, sticking her curvy bottom into the air.
She felt the man’s hands exploring the contours of her backside, before his fingers resumed their sticky exploration of her cunt. This time he finger fucked her and she squirmed in a disgusted kind of arousal.
“Enough,” said a new, deep male voice, and instantly the finger slipped out of her cunt. “You’ve done your job, now fuck off. You know you don’t get to fuck her until training star
ts properly.”
“Yes sir. Sorry sir.”
“Whatever. Your services are required in room F now.”
“Yes sir.”
Hope remained where she was throughout the exchange, some natural instinct telling her not to turn round until she was instructed to do so.
“Stand up straight and turn around, Hope Hill.”
Hope did, and found herself facing a guy in his fifties who was wearing an expensively cut suit. He was tall and well-built with dark hair beginning to grey at the temples, lending him an air of academia.
Even without being introduced she just knew that this had to be the infamous Mick.
And there was something really familiar about him too, but for the life of her she just couldn’t place him.
“Please, follow me,” Mick said with the faintest flick of his head.
She walked after him and he held open the second door on the right for her. She found herself in a room that was every inch the respectable office. A large oak desk sat in the middle of the spacious room. The floor was decked out in pale beechwood boards and the walls were painted white. The whole set up seemed so at odds with the hallway, like each belonged in a different building altogether.
“My name is Michael Cooper, but everybody calls me Mick. You’re here because your brother owes me a lot of money. But I’m sure you already worked that one out.”
Hope was at a loss for words. There was something so quietly powerful and dangerous about this man that she was too scared to speak in case she said something wrong. Charisma and authority oozed from him.
Or maybe it was just because she was naked in front of a stranger in the formal environment of an office.
Either way, her abject humiliation was making it difficult to retain her semblance of composure.
“What do you want from me?” she managed to get out. “What is this place?”
“Please, sit,” Mick said pleasantly, taking his place behind the large desk and gesturing expansively with his arm for her to sit on the plastic chair so that the large oak desk separated them. She did, meekly clasping her hands in her lap and bowing her head. She wished that the earth would open up and swallow her. Surely even Hell would be an improvement on this.
“It is my pleasure to welcome you to The Flesh Factory, Hope. And of course, you are free to leave at any time. Now, let’s see…” He picked up a pair of glasses on the desk and put them on as he reached for a piece of paper with his other hand. He studied the typed, A4 sheet, frowning slightly in concentration. “Hope Hill, twenty-nine years of age, second year law student at Canterbury University, works nearly thirty hours a week at The Fox and Goose pub to pay for the privilege. Her parents died in a car accident when she was nineteen years old and her brother Ben was just nine. Consequently, she had to bring him up all by herself despite pressure to put him into care. She worked hard in many, menial jobs to keep up with the mortgage repayments. She struggled with the responsibility, however, and her little brother developed a rather nasty gambling habit. At the age of twenty-seven, she decided that enough was enough and she decided to take a degree in law to pull herself out of the crap she had found herself in. Ben was old enough then to get a part-time job and help with the mortgage, after all…
“She lost her virginity at the grand old age of twenty to her long-term boyfriend who was thirty. He dumped her one month later. She hasn’t had many boyfriends, she was always too busy working and playing mother. The responsibilities of life had ground her down. Am I right so far?”
Despite her fear, a spark of indignant anger ignited within her. The most alarming thing was that he was right about the boyfriends. Or rather, lack of. After Craig – the guy that had dumped her and broken her heart – she had slept with a total of three men.
“How the hell do you know all this?”
“Talk is cheap, my dear. But surely the question you should be asking is why.”
“What do you want from me?”
“I want you, Hope. When your brother said his big sister worked in the pub, I had to go and take a look. Ben owes me a lot of money, and let’s just say that you’re collateral damage. Lucky for Ben that you’re so beautiful, it’s the only thing that’s kept him alive.”
“This is preposterous. I knew you looked familiar. You’ve been in the pub, checking me over like a cow at a farmer’s market.”
Mick laughed. “I would hardly call you a cow, my dear. Like I say, you’re free to go at any time.”
“Oh, please. We both know what will happen to my brother if I do.”
Mick merely shrugged. “No one is forcing you to be here, Hope.”
Bastard, she thought in despair.
“As I was saying, I would like to welcome you to The Flesh Factory.”
“What is this place?” she whispered through cracked lips, heart hammering.
“This is a wonderful organisation, Hope, catering to the whims of the rich and powerful. Once our girls complete the vigorous training, they become the exclusive, luxury play thing of one of my extremely rich clients.”
Hope could not believe what she was hearing. “This is a brothel? You want to sell me out to the highest bidder? I am not a prostitute.”
“No, no, no, dear Hope. Prostitute is such an ugly word and this is by no means a brothel. The girls here are cared for. Drugs, alcohol, even cigarettes are prohibited. By the time they become the luxury gift for a discerning gentleman they will be in the peak of physical condition. Our girls are looked after, their physical wellbeing is of the upmost importance to me.”
“You’re going to sell me,” she said numbly.
Hope’s head reeled. It was all too much. Suddenly she had difficulty catching her breath and the room had taken on a grainy, black and white quality.
“Don’t look do pathetic, Hope. As it happens, I’m not going to sell you. I plan to keep you for myself.”
She forced herself to look into his eyes. They were a dazzling, glittering emerald green and they made her stomach churn.
“For yourself?” she repeated stupidly, barely able to take in his words.
“I am offering you a bloody good deal here to bail your brother out of the shit he’s in. And to sweeten it even further, you will only have to do a year. In exchange for your brother’s life, you are to be my special plaything for the duration of one year. You have my word that no harm will befall you during this period and on the specified day, you will walk free. I will even draw you up a contract. I understand this is a lot to take in. A good night’s sleep is what you need and you’ll be as right as rain.”
We’ll talk more in the morning.” He pressed the intercom buzzer on his desk and leaned over to talk into it. “Matron, please would you escort our newest addition to her quarters?”
Matron? Despite her terror, she almost smirked. What is this, a Carry On film?
Almost immediately the door to the office opened and a solid looking woman in her fifties with cast iron hair pulled back in a bun stood framed in the doorway. She was dressed in a simple black suit jacket and knee length skirt.
She looked fearful and Hope shrunk in her seat.
“On your feet girl, you must stand when someone enters the room. I see you have no respect for others. Well, I suppose that is something you will learn during your stay here.”
“Indeed it will be Matron. You and the rest of my staff do a superb job with each and every one of them.”
“Thank you Mick, we do our best. Now come along slut, it’s time for bed, you have a long day tomorrow.”
CHAPTER FIVE
Hope followed the severe woman out of the room in a complete daze. When they reached the foot of the stairs, the woman pushed her in front.
“Kick off you shoes child, the only garments you will wear here will be those chosen by the factory.”
Hope stepped out of her shoes and ascended the stairs, taking the hint when the woman shoved her in the small of the back. As she walked she was conscious that the woman was getting a
good view of her pussy with every step and inside she curled up in shame.
They reached the long and wide landing with many doors and another staircase at the end. The woman took charge, leading her to the second door on the left, marked simply with the letter ‘D’.
The woman unhooked the fat key ring attached to her belt and quickly picked out the relevant key, inserting it into the lock.
Hope was surprised by the sight which greeted her. There was a double bed in the centre of the large room, on which a skinny naked girl with short black hair sat. There was no bedding, just a plain sheet atop the bed and two white pillows. The only furniture in the room was a large, ornately carved mahogany wardrobe. There were shutters at the window, which were closed.
But at least everything looked clean. The floorboards gleamed and the room was warm and smelled fresh.
“Sit on the bed next to her,” the woman barked.
Hope did, smiling tentatively at the girl as she did so. The girl didn’t smile back. She was scratching her thin arm and her eyes looked glazed.
“Let me take this moment to introduce myself,” she said, her bulky frame towering over them. “My name is Matron and you must address me as such at all times. I am your night-keeper until you move up the next level of your training. Do you understand?”
She sighed deeply when both women ignored her and moved to the wardrobe, unlocking the door with one of her keys. She produced a grown up sized potty and a briefcase.
She placed the potty at the foot of the bed. “For any business that needs doing during the night,” she explained.
Then she plonked the briefcase on the bed next to Hope and clicked it open.
Hope’s hand flew up to her mouth in shock when she saw what the woman produced from the briefcase.
Two luminous-pink sex toys in the anatomically correct shape of life-size cocks.
“Oh, don’t look so shocked,” the woman said to her. “This is nothing, believe me. It’s a very gentle way to start your training. You will be stimulated and objectified on a daily basis until your whole perception of your own sexuality will be moulded to suit the needs of the factory. You will be taught to endure pain, even crave it. You will be reduced to sexual animals seeking nothing more than to please your masters.” She placed the dildos next to the women. “So come on girls. Lie on your backs, heads on pillows, legs open.”